i was meant to meet the roommates at anthropologie yesterday. we were going to peruse the home goods section. take advantage of the sale.
i arrived early.
wandered over to the jewelry.
found a pair of earrings that i liked.
held them up and studied my reflection.
thought, wonder if he'll think they look beautiful on me?
(because this is what happens when i like a guy, shopping suddenly becomes an attempt to see things through his eyes as well as my own).
remembered that not only would he probably not care, he'll not see them.
he'll not see me.
so not therapeutic.
c-jane inspired post edit:
so glad i didn't get those earrings yesterday. found a much better pair today.
see, patience! (and metaphor).